It Is Not Good To Have A

So It Is That The Gods Do Not Give All Men Gifts Of Grace - Neither Good Looks Nor Intelligence Nor Eloquence.

The Rest Were Vulgar Deaths Unknown To Fame.

All Right, Let's Not Panic. I'll Make The Money By Selling One Of My Livers. I Can Get By With One.

For A Friend With An Understanding Heart Is Worth No Less Than A Brother

So Peaceful Shalt Thou End Thy Blissful Days, And Steal Thyself From Life By Slow Decays.